There was that familiar odd sound again coming from the hockey puck thingy.
"Alexa...Stop."
The sound stopped. Then I thought about whet else this thing could do.
"Alexa. What time is it?"
"It is nine-thirty AM."
Wow. That thing is amazing.
"Alexa. What is the temperature?"
"Right now, in Forest Hill, it is 19 degrees Celcius. Today, look for a high of 23 degrees."
There is that Celcius thing again. What the hell does Celcius mean? What is 19 degrees Celcius? Am I supposed to were a coat, a sweater, nothing?
I opened the closet, and noticed that there were clothes in it. Someone bought me clothes? I will shower first, and then go downstairs for my toast and eggs.
I arrived for breakfast after a few minutes, and the cafeteria is busy. There is only one empty table. I hope I get it. Otherwise, I will have to sit with other people and probably have to get to know them. I'm not ready for that. Hell, I'm still living in 1962. Where are all my friends from 1962?
I arrived at the counter after a bit of a wait in line. I asked for the special and then showed my badge that indicates that I am a test subject and therefore not having to pay.
They must have had it already made, because they served it to me in only about a minute. I then sat down at the only empty table and hoped nobody else would want to sit with me.
I wasn't so lucky. Not one minute later a woman asked if she could share the table.
"I guess.", I said.
She sat across from me. She was actually quite attractive. Long, flowing brown hair, blue eyes, ane she had the most-perfectly proportioned face I had ever seen on a person.
"You must be new here? I have never seen you before.", she asked politely.
"I've only been here a couple of days.", I said.
"Oh. May I ask why? I mean, what are they studying on you?"
Oh, boy. How do I answer this?
"Oh, wait!", she said suddenly, "Aren't you the one they found in the ditch beside that Walmart?"
"Yes, but how did you know?"
"It was all over the news."
"It it really that big of a deal?"
"Oh, yes. It is a huge deal. You know, you could hold a lot of secrets? Things that people have been wanting to know about for many years."
"Lucky me."
"I'm Sam, by-the-way."
"Sam?"
"Short for Samantha."
"Oh. Hi, there. I'm Richard."
"Richard! Nice to finally know your name. On the news they just called you 'The Mystery Man'."
"The Mystery Man. Well it really is a mystery how I went to sleep in 1962 and woke up in 2020, isn't it."
"It is, and we are here to find answers."
"We?"
"Yes. I'm on the research team assigned to you."
Lucky me. I mean it. Of all of the people here, she was one that I wouldn't mind on my 'team'.
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Science FictionWhen a young man in the year 1962 vanishes and is declaired dead. He returns 58 years later with a few remakable skills, as scientists rush to understand where he was and how he obtained his super-human abilities.